Stalking the aisles My keen eyes scan left and right Humming electric tubes Cast washed out, sickly light Cool hands on the bar Of my wire basket trolley Still empty and bare Some might think it folly Darkness falls outside My fellow hunters are few Click of a price gun | Read more…
Lady was not a very clever cat. She was getting a little old, she had lost a few teeth and she dribbled a bit. She often forgot things like what she was doing or where she was going. Lady lived with another cat called Holly in a house with a | Read more…
“Are you working?” My boss asks. “Kind of.” “What do you mean kind of?” “I’m looking at the screen and I’m tapping on the keyboard.” “Is that twitter?” I cringe. “Umm, maybe.” “Well that’s networking, that counts as work. I’ll let you off.” I smile and keep working. Self-employment rocks. | Read more…